Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 98 88. Stop showing off, I know you have a Primarch
A deflagration and blasting gun lay quietly on the table, and the blue charging coil was flickering dimly at the moment, telling others that the weapon was not charged at the moment.

The deflagration blasting gun is a kind of plasma gun. This kind of gun is generally loved by senior technical priests. The overweight and thick gun body is surrounded by a circle of charging coils, which can make the temperature of the emitted plasma approach the stars.

Normal Space Marines don't carry it, as they overheat too easily, but skilled tech-priests know how to appease the machine-spirit, or in other words, control when and how often it is used, so as to minimize the number of times it overheats.

Humming a little tune, Hades was reshaping the handle of the gun to fit better with the servo suit behind it.

Behind each technical sergeant, there will always be something to memorize according to personal hobbies. The most common one is the servo arm, which is convenient for maintenance and helps you crush the enemy's skull, or the phlogiston torch, which makes your enemy shine while welding. Or a plasma cutter, let your enemies feel the joy of cutting their heads and bodies while cutting
So, don't mess with technical sergeants, study hard for [-] years, and the opponent has at least three more arms than you.

As for Hades, he didn't have such an imagination. He just wanted to weld the deflagration and blasting gun on his back, and give the opponent the Lion King swordsmanship.

In the past, Hades would encounter a situation where he held a scythe against each other in many melee battles, but now?A gun suddenly appeared from behind Lao Tzu, and if it exploded, everyone would die!
If it wasn't for the fact that the operation of the Power Armor backpack involved some key issues of the Mechanicus, the Mechanicus only provided these to religious technical sergeants, and operating the backpack really required a long training time, otherwise Hades thought it would be worthwhile to give power A improve it, each person has a mechanical arm.

Make melee more loyal!
Feeling that Hades was transforming the gun body, the deflagration blasting gun sent several chaotic waste codes to Hades.

Generally, this kind of small weapon sometimes has an organic soul, but not many, and can only barely express an emotion to Hades. Hades played the code given by the old car with ease, so the deflagration bolter disappeared again. reacted.

Humming a ditty, Hades refitted happily. There is no temporarily added job here, and there is no sudden brain twitch from his superiors asking him to work. He can learn what he likes according to his own learning progress. The tools and materials are also provided for free. .

He also has a free assistant, and Jin will send him parts according to Hades' request from time to time, concentrating on being a tool man.

Compared to the battlefield, this place is simply heaven!

When it was time to eat, Hades reluctantly put down the gun in his hand. In fact, he even painted it a while ago.

According to the gun's own requirements and Hades's aesthetics, the overall appearance of this gun is extremely dark, only a few edges are outlined with the moss green of the death guard, and the pale skull of the death guard is impressively drawn on the charging coil , every time it is charged, the pale skeleton will light up, staring at its prey.

Seeing Hades get up, Jin walked over skillfully and helped Hades clean up the debris,
Unlike ordinary technical sergeants who walked away directly, Hades bent over and smiled coquettishly,
"Ah Jin, that thing about getting some food?"

A string of angry gibberish began to appear, and Hades thought that Jin would have scolded him if he hadn't been working under the Jordanian sage.

"no!"

"Lord Hades of the Death Guard,"

Jin gritted his teeth and paused word by word,
"Actually, most of the food on Mars is used to supply diplomats, imperial envoys to Mars, and some sages who are fond of eating. Otherwise, there would be no other food on Mars."

Hades blinked,

"Then didn't you bring me some food before?"

Jin was stuck for a moment, but only for a moment, he regained that menacing technical servant,
"That's. That's because I thought you could. You could"

His voice trailed off again.

Um.
Hades felt that it really shouldn't be a cake for the other party.

Hades looked serious,
"Okay, Jin, it's okay, I'll go back and ask other technical sergeants if I don't have anything to eat."

"Don't worry, you have been with me for so long, and I will definitely introduce you to the Death Guard when I come back later."

Then Hades regained his relaxed state in an instant, and he patted Jin on the shoulder
"At that time, if you rely on the Death Guard to get promoted and make a fortune on Mars, don't forget me."

Jin's electronic eyes flickered, and the anger symbols on the screen burst out again.

It may be because the new batch of technical sergeants from the Ultramarines came over yesterday, and the cafeteria is very lively today, because Hades came a little late to chat with Jin before, most of the space fighters have finished eating, and they are sitting and chatting with each other .

Hades naturally took the bowl from the servitor, and then resolutely sat in the most crowded place, where a bunch of Ultramarines and War Dogs were chatting, and Emperor Fist and Iron Hand also occasionally said a few words.

Seeing Hades coming, those veterans who had long been used to him ignored him and continued with their own topics, but the recruits who just arrived yesterday gave Hades a glance from time to time.

Hades didn't respond, and listened to them while spooning porridge,
But Servius saw Hades coming, and handed over a box of biscuits,

"Try it? Our specialty of Macragge."

Hades reached out decisively,
Then listen to their chatter while chewing cookies.

A few of them were talking about fighting the Primarch or fighting the Emperor. Unlike Hades, most techno-sergeants would stay in the Legion for a few years before being sent to Mars after going through the war.

The Iron Hands were talking about fighting side by side with Fenus before they talked about them. In the vision of the Iron Hands, the tall Primarch was like fine steel, rationally analyzing various changes on the battlefield, and pouring artillery fire on the enemy formation mercilessly.

But at the same time, their Primarch would visit the wounded warriors after the battle, communicate with them, and inquire about the tiniest corners of the battlefield, so as to better reduce damage and protect his heirs in the next war.

At this moment, Alexandran of the Iron Hand was calmly reporting a meeting between Fenus and him. He almost engraved the details of the incident in his mind, like reporting an academic paper.

But of course Hades knew that this buddy was showing off, but unlike other legions, because the Primarch loves technology, the technical sergeants of the Iron Hands are quite respected in the legion, and may become a legion The Iron Father.

Hades didn't care, and continued to scoop up the porridge, but he felt that the old brothers of the War Dogs around him were about to cry.

Of course, the atmosphere at the Iron Warriors in the distance is not very good either.

Hades blinked. Usually at this time, it would be him or Servius who changed the subject, but Hades didn't have this kind of thought now. He stared in the direction of the war dog, thinking about what to say in the future,
Then Servius interrupted the conversation, as expected,

"I believe that under the leadership of the Emperor, the lost planets and Primarchs will eventually return to the embrace of the Empire."

"Maybe the next one to find is your Primarch, don't lose heart, brother."

"Thank you."

War Dog Perez sighed.

Seeing that the topic was broken, Servius decided to let more professional people come. He looked at Hades,
"The Primarch of the Death Guard has just returned. Have you met your father, Hades?"

Servius' original intention was to let Hades divert the topic with a few casual sentences, because only War Dog, Tie Yong and Hades did not talk about their Primarch.

Hades' hands shaking the porridge.
Hmm. In this case, does he really want to tell the truth?
"I'm not familiar with our legion commander, and I haven't met a few times,"

He scooped up the porridge without changing his expression,
"The battle group leader has just returned, and the affairs of the legion are not bad."

"There's no need to be too pessimistic, brother."

Hades swallowed a mouthful of porridge, and said in the direction of the war dog.

Hey. Warhounds are disciplined and eager for their Primarch.
Although Hades couldn't immediately parachute into the sky above Wrathria.
But at least he had to remind his brothers of War Dogs.

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